She had lost track of time, sitting in her car trying to gather her thoughts. The more she tried, the more it felt impossible, like filling up a sink with no plug.
Was it the idea of change she feared, or was it the strength she must have to embrace the twists and turns that lay before her.
Should she try and drag the comfortable parts of herself, kicking and screaming into this new stage.
Or release her grip and search for new ones, not knowing if they exist.